Xianjun, please calm down

Yu Changqing held Da Zhuang's wrist tightly, and said in a slow voice, "Don't be afraid, stay here and don't move. I will accompany you after I kill them."

As he said, he let go of his hand suddenly, pushed Da Zhuang into the cave forcefully, and clasped the Xuanwu bell on Da Zhuang's body with his hands.

Da Zhuang hurriedly said: "You come in too, Xianjun, they can't break the Xuanwu Bell."

Yu Changqing said softly with his spiritual sense: "The Xuanwu Bell can only accommodate one person."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and placed another layer of restraint on the entrance of the cave, but suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Bits of blood sprinkled on the ground, like plum blossoms, sad and beautiful.

Da Zhuang put his hands on the Xuanwu bell, but found that he couldn't get out at all, so he could only say loudly: "Xianjun, let go of the suppression of your cultivation base and leave the secret realm directly. Even if they break the restriction imposed by you, they can't break it Xuanwu Bell, I have already released the ringing arrow, the Suzerain and the others will come to rescue me soon!"

Yu Changqing straightened his back, turned his back to Da Zhuang, and said in a deep voice: "Leaving you alone, how can I rest assured that unless I die, I will never entrust your safety to anyone."

Seeing Yu Changqing get up, the five people on the opposite side wanted to turn around and run away, but one of them found that something was wrong with him, so he grabbed the others, and they retreated to a distance to observe for a while, seeing Yu Changqing vomit blood, and at the same time Heaved a sigh of relief, all showed ecstasy, this is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, killing Venerable Hanyang and bringing his head back to the sect is a great contribution!

Both sides knew who the other was and what their purpose was, so they didn't talk nonsense. They each sacrificed their weapons and went straight up. Yu Changqing tapped his toes on the ground and flew up. There is no fancy direct horizontal sword sweep!

Frightened by the power of Venerable Hanyang, those few people dared not push them lightly, and they all avoided in embarrassment. However, there was still a little suzerain who couldn't dodge, was swept by the sword wind, and the whole person flew upside down, and his chest was broken. There was a terrifying sword mark, but no blood spurted out, and it fell to pieces as soon as it fell to the ground!It turned out that he had already been frozen into an ice sculpture in mid-air, and it shattered when he fell to the ground. Even the Yuanshen was missing, and he knew without thinking that he must be gone.

A yellow-robed man saw that the other two little suzerains on his side turned pale with fright, and even seemed to retreat, and hurriedly shouted: "Yu Changqing's blood is surging all over his body, and his meridians are reversed. It's the end of the crossbow, and he can't make a few sword strikes at all." This kind of opportunity is rare, as long as you can kill him and return to the sect, it will be a great achievement!"

People die for wealth, birds die for food, this statement is equally applicable to cultivators, who also have the seven emotions and six desires, and even greed is better than ordinary people. When the two heard this, they spit out again after seeing Yu Changqing's sword Blood, the retreating momentum stopped immediately, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, Qiqi jumped forward.

Da Zhuang could no longer call out the majesty of the Immortal Monarch at this moment. He knelt inside the Xuanwu Bell, clasped his hands on the wall of the clock, his teeth were about to be crushed, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth. He would call out to the man in yellow robe His appearance is firmly in his heart, as long as he doesn't die today, he will chop him into meat paste with one sword in the future!

The Xuanwu clock is translucent, and Yu Changqing's restraints are not as invisible as before, but gently rippling like water waves, and the battlefield is a little far away, which makes it difficult for him to see the battle outside clearly. , but Xianjun vomited blood, he still saw it, he was so distressed, but he didn't even dare to say the word "Xianjun", for fear of distracting Yu Changqing.

Yu Changqing's combat strength was beyond the expectation of the remaining four people on the opposite side. He looked like he was about to lose his standing, but the four of them joined forces and couldn't take advantage of it.

His eyes were flushed, which should have made him even more beautiful, but the ruthlessness of his strikes made people shudder. In a few back and forth, another man in yellow robe was seriously injured. Unable to escape the fate of No.1, even so, he was still swept by the sword wind, blood spurted from his mouth, his eyebrows were frosted, and he lay on the side and couldn't get up for a while.

A little suzerain was terrified, and when he saw Wang Dazhuang who was heavily protected, he rolled his eyes, flew sideways, swept the dust in his hand, and hit the entrance of the cave where Dazhuang was.

At this time, Yu Changqing was under the turmoil of spiritual power, and his mind was dizzy. He had no time to calmly think that the man could not break through the defense in front of Da Zhuang. Blocking it, a yellow-robed man who had been defending in a panic was overjoyed when he saw this, and stretched out his double hooks. Together with another little suzerain, they struck with all their strength, hitting Yu Changqing's side waist.

The blow was so heavy that Yu Changqing flew upside down and crashed into the gravel at the foot of the mountain. The rocks on the mountain fell with a clatter, burying him directly.

Da Zhuang's vision was blind over there, he could only see Yu Changqing falling over, and then the sound of rocks clanging, he finally couldn't help hissing: "Xianjun!"

With this sound, the smell of blood came out of his throat, and tears rolled down like a bank. He saw those people rushing towards Yu Changqing Feiluo again, smashing the Xuanwu clock in front of him frantically, and roared angrily: " I kill you! I kill you!"

There was another loud bang, and the gravel splashed over there, and the three people who just passed by were shocked and backed away, looking over there in amazement.

Wang Dazhuang didn't even dare to breathe, he just stared at the other side, and saw Yu Changqing walking out slowly step by step with the Feishuang sword in his hand, his long hair was scattered, and the snow-white robe was dotted with bloodstains, Like red plums falling into snow, it was extremely tragic. He put the sword in his left hand, pulled out a sharp stone from his left shoulder with his right hand, and threw it bloody on the ground. The blood dripped down the left sleeve of his robe. A point was tapped on one acupuncture point, the bleeding was simply stopped, and the sword was returned to his right hand, pointing at the tip of the sword obliquely, looking ahead coldly.

Wang Dazhuang hoarsely shouted: "Xianjun, get out! Please! Get out..."

Yu Changqing tilted his head slightly, but he didn't respond. His cold back showed the same attitude as before: unless he died, he would never abandon his Taoist companion.

This is his paranoia.

At this moment, a long howl came from a distance, the howling sound moved from far to near, moving very fast, and in the blink of an eye they were approaching, the three people's expressions changed in horror, before they turned around and ran away, a sword light full of murderous aura It has already fallen from the east, before anyone arrives, the sword light arrives first, and the strong and violent metal sword energy belongs to Guiyuan Suzerain Master Qingyang.

Under the ecstasy of Da Zhuang, his voice was full of tears, and he shouted desperately: "Suzerain, come quickly! The fairy is here! Suzerain!"

In order to avoid the sword light, those three people couldn't escape, only this delay, the figure of Master Qingyang has rushed to the front, shouting angrily: "Who dares to hurt my brother?!"